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Yelawolf

Rowdy

 

Rowdy

(álbum: Trunk Muzik 3 - 2019)


[DJ Paul:]
If you rowdy, say you rowdy (Slumafia)
If you rowdy, say you rowdy
If you rowdy, say you rowdy (Slumafia)

[Yelawolf:]
If you rowdy, say you rowdy
I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
If you rowdy, say you rowdy
I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say you rowdy (I'm rowdy)
I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say you rowdy (I'm rowdy)
I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

Catfish Billy
Coming straight out of Alabama
Yeah, that 's outta town with a bootlegging to minors, hammers
Flip flop on the paint job like your mama's sandals
Be parked on my clique, homie, I'm cocking hammers
You pop out my lane, doggie, I drive a van and slam into your Phantom
Take a can of paint and vandalize your camper
L-A-M to the E, fuck the police
Banging inside the Chevy Caprice
N.W.A, I'm from the trap
Not from a little house on the prairie, yeah
Mama used to whoop that backside, I took that Bible belt
Ever since then, it's been, "Yes, ma'am," and, "Mama, how can I help?"
Take a bucket to the well
Bringing water to the house
Get your ass off of the couch
Bitch, I grew up in the South
Dipping J in paper towels
Mama never did get child support for the boy, but I was never let down
She was chopping up the pounds, so I learned how to double up on an ounce
Fucking kids these days (Days)
Y'all got some lip these days (Days)
Popping Xannies and rapping, go to your crib and play (Play)
Put that back in your fanny pack, we don't pistol wave (Wave)
So don't get mad if you get hit when that shit ricochets
No need to be macho (Yeah), I put on a rock show (Yeah)
You may see see some albino gorillas from the Congo (Yeah)
You may see some black folks from the projects flexing all gold (Yeah)
Disrespect the culture, motherfucker, then we all go
Jump in that Slumerican moshpit and bury that nonsense
Take a shot of Creek Water and get with the chaotic order of my clique
Whether I'm dropping a pop hit or mobbing with Three Six
I got my city on my back, a crown for a head
I'm a king where I sit, I'm 'bout it

[Yelawolf & Machine Gun Kelly:]
If you rowdy, say you rowdy
I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
If you rowdy, say you rowdy
I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say you rowdy (I'm rowdy)
I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
If you rowdy (I'm 'bout it), say you rowdy (I'm 'bout it)
I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

[Machine Gun Kelly:]
I'm bought a '53 Pontiac and then I got a guitar to match it
Everything manual except for the semi-automatic, hah
Pull up in traffic, my passengers look like a beauty pageant
Pupils is bigger than tennis rackets
Went from Oodles of Noodles to Cobb salads
Now I'm mob status, uh
Fuck fame, what you sayin'? These ain't games
Don't be playing with my motherfucking name, ho
(Ho, you know they call me)
Top Gun, never run
Bitch, I'm maverick on the bike, magic with the pipe
Fuck her, make her cum (Uh)
She want a star (Uh)
I'm a rock and roller but my jewelry alone is a supernova
Got these glasses on me like I'm in the solar
Ain't nobody colder, call that bipolar
Tell them, "Bye, bitches." I ain't Casanova
I'm a rolling stone, gotta meet a quota
Drank the bar until all that they had was soda
'Bout it, 'bout it like I'm from the Nolia
I'm a motherfucking soldier (Ayy)
Always rolling up the doja (Ayy)
Maintain composure (Ayy)
Nickname King Cobra (Ayy)
Came from working at the store but (Ayy)
These brown bags not Krogers (No)
The green leaves not clovers (No)
Lucky Charms with the Folgers (Blaow)
Hold up, wake, bake, get my life straight
Riding by the lake, double Xs on my license plate
(Bitch, I keep that) big bass, so they know I'm in the place
So if they wanna hate, say it to my face then

[Yelawolf:]
If you rowdy, say you rowdy
I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
If you rowdy, say you rowdy
I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say you rowdy (I'm rowdy)
I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say you rowdy (I'm rowdy)
I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

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